36 Chambers Edit
Beach Song for End Times
Xtal
“A selected ambient work, as it were,” said Pal. “Was an … ahem. Was also an OS for an …
[45 minutes passes]
… an old Taiwanese computer.”
“As it were,” said the miniature dolphin in a red solo cup.
“Tatung Einstein.”
Yarn Shop
The Night Shawn Boyle Caught a Tuna Fish
Fenty Edit
Jag Edit
The Pumas
Bad Bird
No more quotation marks. Threw them down the garbage disposal. They looked like blackened scallions. Sacred scarabs, scurrying.
Superman was a bad bird. Bad.
No flap. No limbs out like a Stratofortress. Like someone would when sitting up in bed and yawning. Not out, out. Like a crucifix.
Meeting him in person would be a letdown save for a couple of things. One, the thickness and stiffness of the cape and how up close, its material appears more cabernet than fire truck, like a rich theater drape that has a regal, ascending disposition that arcs almost higher than his ears behind him, like a gargoyle’s wings.
And two, the scarce amount of light that bounces off an igneous head of hair.